LOL at "call on the power of the moon."
Moon: Is someone calling me, via the fluid-consumption communications system? They must want to lose weight! I will answer this call.

"If you're rooming with a young man who watches a lot of porn, DON'T BE SILENT. Please let me know immediately. Let me know his name, share a photo, tell me what SPECIFICALLY he's interested in. Titles, please. This is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. You'll have to trust me on this."

That episode is absolute magic. The Hallmark Channel just reran it last month. (What, like you don't watch MSW at 11pm on the Hallmark Channel?)

Creative expression like "What the hell is wrong with you? You should have just SHUT THE FUCK UP. Fuck you, [Sally]"?

Whoooa. That would be a weird conversation. Though I just googled "Sloughis," and those are definitely memorable looking dogs. Very handsome!

They probably just asked around about a regular trail user who matched the description in the letters. (The link says that the guy mentioned her walking her pitbulls, so that would kind of narrow it down, for example.)

I can't speak to this business about smoking and synthetic hormones, but the theory that fraternal birth order affects sexual orientation is not new, nor is there any reason for it to be particularly controversial—it's just sort of an interesting piece of information: http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/45962…

I didn't realize until I clicked on that link that Taylor Armstrong and Farrah Abraham would be called upon to get along, or even to cross paths at all. That looked as strange to me as "David O. Russell and Susan from Sesame Street do not get along." What a strange world we live in.

I would not want my chin pointed, but I think this is just a matter of where to draw a line, and there's no one "right" place to draw a line. My personal line is this: I understand "correcting" things that are temporary to begin with (zits) or that maybe come and go (undereye puffiness) or were an accident to begin…

While you're so invested in your own sense of victimhood and self-pity that you consider men dying on the job some kind of moral victory? "Oh Jesus" yourself, buddy. You wanted to squeeze an absolute meaning out of an ambiguous statistic, and you're annoyed that someone noticed the ambiguity.

Yes, the gender pay gap is shrinking, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. And the work-hour gap is in part attributable to the fact that even as more and more families are dual-wage-earning, women are often still expected to assume the brunt of childcare and household responsibilities. So these women are working,…

I understood that's what you were saying, but I still disagree with you—my point was that "white male cis privilege" is a social phenomenon, not a goal that feminists expect you to meet. It exists independent of feminism; that feminism points a finger at it does not mean that feminism created it. In other words, the…

I can certainly see why difficulty finding a job is mentally and emotionally devastating. Where we diverge is in the idea that the blame for these feelings of failure lies with feminism. The idea that men should be the sole or at least primary or at the very least equal breadwinners is a patriarchal one. Feminism's…

There's a difference between having a tough time emotionally because you're struggling professionally, and viewing someone else's success as your failure. The first is totally understandable, and men deserve a sympathetic ear for that, for sure. The second is what toddlers do.

WOW. I once went to Equinox with my husband on a day pass, and forgot flip-flops for the shower, so took a long uncomfortable post-workout walk home to shower there because I didn't want to offend anyone by showering without proper footwear. But I guess ANYTHING GOES AT EQUINOX.

Embarrassed and probably also scared. I mean, odds on "Isabelle Swift" being a 50 year-old man are pretty high, right??

The whole thing is just so weird...because even if one does believe him, that then leaves us with the idea that in the Russell family, intergenerational fondling is just par for the course.

That whole David O. Russell situation was really bizarre. I think the claim was that they were having a conversation about her "top surgery" and then he wanted to feel what the implants were like or...something. It seemed like the whole defense was "we have really poor boundaries in our family."

It's almost like he's not a real doctor.

I'm wondering if it's pronounced like Phoebe with a P, or like "peeb."